A Poetry Collection With a Gloomy Nature Cover So You Know it's Serious

Father time will stop for no one

Yet for you he will slow to a crawl

And I approach timidly requesting solitude

The embrace of a tender wall

As the deer panteth for the streams

So I do for red wine

But it slips and slides through my fingers

And in its reflection I see my decline

Though you hold no one’s soul forever

Won’t you grasp mine for awhile

Four more days of your purgatory

Before with life I reconcile

As the deer panteth for the streams

So I do for poison rich and fine

But it leaves me gasping for my air

And in its destruction I glimpse mine

Is it wrong for the fawn to take refuge in the glen?

And am I at fault for my circumstance or how I was led then?

And when the illusion it did break, did you know our Lord did grin saying

“Child why would I grant to you what was pursued in sin”

As the deer panteth for the streams

So I do for idolatry undivine

But it crumbles upon my touch

And all that’s left to do is pine

As I kick your silver dust to watch it fly away

And gaze your endless horizon cradling both the night and the day

I ponder the life ahead

Asking once more if I may stay

As the deer panteth for the streams

So I do for compassion, that of thine

But the time nears when I must leave you

And wonder at the result of my malign

As the deer panteth, so I do

As the deer panteth, so is how I will miss you